Up & With Him

I wake up at a start, feeling the warm sun across my naked body. I simply lay there a moment, my mind racing, finding my sheets a mess, and as I wake up, I notice I'm not alone; My ex... well, boyfriend, Peter. I force myself to remain still, feeling him clinging tightly to me, the sensation remarkably familiar. On my side, I carefully look about, becoming keenly aware of his left hand is doing the 'old reach around, cupping my left breast, while his right hand rests on my hip.

I hear him sigh, his lips finding my neck, giving me a soft kiss on the shoulder, his hands shifting slightly, tightening their hold on me. I resist the urge to moan, enjoying his caress, feeling his hands casually closing upon me.

A smile forms on my lips, feeling his hold tighten, my pleasure rising with it. He whispers into my ear, "Morning, you feeling it too? and my smile grows, even as I ponder what he means... only to feel his cock rub across and between my legs, only inches away from my shaved mound.

My lips open wide as a soundless moan escapes my body, and I giggle softly as the realisation of what he's after quickly floods my being. My desire, my pleasure swiftly rides with it, and I feel my legs being spread wider, his hand on my knee, pulling it up and backwards in a casual, slow manner.

Nodding back, my mind racing, knowing what he's likely after now clearly, and I'm willingly giving myself over to him freely. Giggling louder now, I found myself oddly anticipating it. His cock glides across my thigh once more, eliciting a moan from me, my back arching, feeling my body pressing against his.

"My, a bit eager now, are we?" he whispers before kissing my ear, his lips moving down my neck. I moan once more, my arousal climbing, and I feel myself pressing against him. I can only moan back in response, my mind still waking up, feeling my arousal and desire clouding out any other thought.

I instinctively grab hold of the bed, getting myself ready for what I expect is about to happen. I gasp, hearing an amused sound from him, and I find myself waiting then, my mind suddenly wondering why he's not just taking me, claiming what he must, by now, must know blatantly is his.

I moan to his kisses, feeling his lips move down my neck and across my shoulder, and I moan again, feeling my muscles growing taut, and find myself almost impatient for him. He whispers again into my ear. Feeling his cock rubbing this time across my shaved mount, brushing past my clit. I moan again, louder now, and he whispers once more, "Feeling a rather frisky... you want it bad, don't you?"

I nod once more, resisting the urge to cry out, forcing myself to whisper, "Yesss... Please, just do it... just claim your prize... use me..Please.", and I moan, feeling his lips softly move along my shoulder, his hands clenching my breasts, his grip tightening.

His cock pulls back, pausing a moment before thrusting forward. I moan, feeling his tip press into my pussy lips, and I orgasm at the touch. He pauses once more, his right hand moving down my leg, stopping at my hip, clenching tightly to my leg, pinching me roughly.

I gasp, even as I resist the urge to call out, my mind insisting on keeping my voice down for some reason, "Yes, just like that... Claim me.", to which he chuckles, pauses before thrusting himself once more into me, his cock roughly and forcefully driving deep into me. I moan at the sensation, feeling my pleasure rising swiftly, orgasming as his cock pounds into me.

"Yesss...Yeessses... please... Use me, "and he chuckles at that, the sound familiar. I bit my lip to keep from shouting out loud in pleasure, feeling him pull back and pause. He thrust himself once more, his cock plunging even deeper into me than before.

"You've always liked me being so dominant... something's never do change," he whispers with a chuff. I only moan out, my head tilting back, and my eyes start fluttering shut. I felt his cock moving in and out as Peter starts his thrusts into me, claiming me roughly and forcefully.

I know he's using me, claiming me for his own desires, as he's done before. Also, like before, I find myself not caring, so long as he keeps doing it. I moan out, my cry barely controlled, feeling his grip on my waist tighten. I hold on tight to the bed, feeling each thrust forcefully, shoving me forward, and I manage to hold myself in place, making sure I'm ready for the next time his rock-hard measure drives itself deep into me, stretching me out upon it.

His right hand is now tightly clinging around my waist, several fingers pulling at my intimate folds. His left hand squeezes my breast once more, driving my pleasure higher. Suddenly, his left hand jolts upward, and to my suprise, I feel him grab at my neck. My back arches, my muscles tighten further as I cling to the bed, doing my best to hold in place.

I felt pleasure being applied to the sides of my neck, my back arching, and my body preassing me against him/. I gasp, briefly seeing my cheeks taking on a progressively darker hue in the full-length mirror by my closet. I moan again, briefly noticing how every sensation grows higher. My pleasure grows with it, and I orgasm hard as he claims me.

Part of me seems to relax, finding my only focus, my only desire, was for him to keep using me for his own desires. I felt his grip on my neck tighten further, casually choking me, and it's all I can do is cling to my sheets and mattress. I felt his next thrust keenly, and I orgasm hard as his cock thrusts deep into me. This time I can't hold back, and I cry out loud, my orgasmic cry surprisingly ragged to my ears.

Each thrust is rough, and each one drives him deeper into me than the last. I felt myself orgasm hard, and my orgasm soon start rushing through me with increasing regularity. I felt his fingers moving in and out of my mound, rubbing across my clit, even as his cock pounds deep into me.

His grip on my neck tightens further, and I press myself against him as much as I can, feeling him use me, and find myself enjoying every moment of it. I felt his balls bounce against me, and I climax hard, my mind reeling at what's going on, even as my only desire was for him to keep at it.

I felt his lips on my neck, feeling my legs spread wide, his cock forcefully being driving into me. I felt my body move, felt him pounding me, using and claiming me. I cry out loud, losing any hesitation and feeling his tight grip on me. I felt my pleasure rushing through me, felt him using me, and I cry out again, finding myself wanting this, and only this.

His speed increases then. Slowly at first, I felt his cock being driving deep into me, his roughness and forceful nature never letting up for a moment, and his balls slapping into my intimate folds each time. I gasp, feeling his tight grip, loving every moment, as he uses and abuses me.

I cling now to his arm with one hand, while my right hand clings to the frame, doing my best to hold myself in place, and I cry out, as loud as I can, as he pounds himself deep into me. He does not let up for a moment, and soon his cock is pounding me like a piston, and my cries are uneven in volume, though now I care not who may hear, or even why I cared to keep silent.

I climax again, even harder than before, as I felt his load flowing into me. I felt his salty mixture being emptied deep within me, and I felt an odd satisfaction spreading within me as yet more is shot into my willing, if helpless, body. He did not let up until he got it all inside me, rubbing his cock off on my shaved mound before finally stopping.

He fixes me with one more kiss on the cheek, already releasing his hold on my neck before whispering into my ear once more, "That's the naughty slut I know.", and he slaps my ass hard, eliciting a surprised yelp from me. I find myself nodding,m the experience both familiar and rather satisfying. I vaguely ponder why I yelp, given what we just did, before shrugging and starting to get up.

As if mechanical, I move to get dressed, only to feel him grab me by the shoulders. "Not yet, dear... remember. We eat first, then get dressed."

I giggle back, my mind still reeling from our shared pleasures. I nod back, "You're right... always right."

He nods back, "You should admit that more often... Right now, you should start by admitting you should make breakfast.", to which I sigh, nodding with wry amusement. We walk out to the small-ish galley kitchen, and we make some pancakes, sausage, and eggs, ruminating as we cook. He only occasionally slaps, pokes, or prods me, which tells me he must actually be hungry, rather than just playing along to grasp and grab at me.

Soon, we're sitting down, eating and staring at each other. It's not long before we clean up and he declares, "Now, you really out to show me how one gets clean in this joint. Your bathroom does not have a shower, and one simply must get clean."

I giggle at that, catching him still staring at my nakedness, even as I ponder if I want to show him around... I could use a shower myself, but then again he'd insist on going now, and not even give me a chance to get dressed first...